Yin Yijie bent up and pulled me, without any explanation, pressed him to sit down, handed me a few pills, and handed me warm water. Take it.
Then I handed me a bowl of it, not sure if it was made from powder or made from Chinese medicine. It smelled like a sprout of medicine, and it didn't smell too bad, and it didn't like me so much. Drink it.
Finally, there are some vitamin tablets
I hang my face and silently endured the disguised revenge and abuse of my guardian. I ate everything, and see if he could torture me.
Putting down the teacup, Yin Yijie seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, touched my forehead, took out a large shawl from behind and put it on me.
"People who eat more pistachios are happy." Yin Yijie opened a big jar, began to peel the pistachios and feed me.
"Eat more melon seeds and grow a melon-shaped face." I grabbed a handful of melon seeds in my hand and ate this most popular and popular excellent food.
Yin Yijie raised his eyes, looked at me, and clicked on my nose.
Then he lowered his head and continued to peel the pistachio. Some pistachios were like Mona Lisa. Although they were happy, they did not speak. At this time, they could only use their teeth to bite them gently and then peel them.
Yin Yijie was not very skilled at first. He occasionally peeled two and handed them to me, sometimes peeled a few more and gave them to me. But I had a melon seed on my left hand and a wound on my right hand. So he fed them to my mouth.
He looked at me calmly, as if this was just the most common thing.
I don't think it's too complicated, so I just eat it when I open my mouth.
But the pistachio is so big that I can only open my mouth a little wider and stick out my tongue to hunt together.
Therefore, either kissed his palm or licked his fingers.
It feels strange and comfortable.
His hands did not move, neither stretched in nor retracted, and stopped there and let me lick it.
But
I felt a little panicked and quickly explained: "I didn't mean it."
Yin Yijie nodded, very formal, calm and generous, and very unfair, responded: "I know."
I suddenly realized that it is definitely not a compliment to make things worse when you want to cover up. Sometimes, it is better to use it less.
He lowered his head and waited for the red glow rising on his face to slowly dissipate.